27. Dev
twenty-seven
dev
Hail Mary
M y gaze scrolls down the woman standing on the other side of my bedroom’s threshold. She’s wearing a cropped, maroon tube top under denim overalls, showing off the sides of her smooth, toned torso. Her lashes are curled with a touch of mascara, her glossed lips are turned up in a bright smile, and her hair is set in waves down her back.
She’s so beautiful, I actually wonder if she’s real.
This nightly visit has become ritualistic over the past week. We’ve had phenomenal, earth-shattering sex where we’ve given each other multiple orgasms. Afterward, we either watch hockey replays of The Bolts game—where Piper watches with the enthusiasm of someone actually in the arena, yelling at the ref and cheering for her brother’s team—or solving a crossword puzzle together. As the night winds down, around ten PM because the woman is regimented about her sleep schedule, she retreats to her room, only to rinse and repeat the whole thing the next day.
Why? Because we’re abiding by her rules.
Rules that somehow make sense in her head but leave me wondering when she’s going to figure it out. That no amount of her enforcing her damn rules will stop this train; it’s already off the rails and going at the speed of infinity. I’ve already hopped aboard, and I’m just waiting for her to grab my hand so I can pull her in.
I work my way down her exposed arms, both extended in front of her and holding a large rabbit cage.
Wait.
What the hell?
She’s holding a rabbit cage again?
Both of her rabbits side-eye me, and I swear I can hear them thinking, “Dude, don’t ask us. We’re as confused as you are.”
My eyes flick back to her face, and I’m about to speak when she stops me. “Before you say anything, let me explain.”
I blink at her. “Yes. That would be a good start.”
“I’m taking Natalie and Kevin to the vet soon, but I figured this would be my Hail Mary,” she explains, as if that should clarify everything.
“I’m sorry? What would be your Hail Mary?”
“Oh!” She takes a few steps forward, bypassing me and entering my room. “Us showing them how to fuck.”
The hell?
She sets the large cage a few feet from my bed before fiddling with her phone, while I stand rooted to the same spot at my door, wondering if those brownies my housekeeper set out for dessert tonight were the special kind.
“I figure this might just be a case of them not having had Sex-Ed yet, you know? I mean, maybe they just need to see how it’s done before they feel comfortable.” Suddenly, “I’ll Make Love To You” by Boyz II Men starts playing softly from her speaker. “There. I even have their Rabbit Sex Playlist going.”
My brain finally reboots. “You can’t be serious. You want us to . . .” I flick a glance at the rabbits before whispering, “have sex in front of your rabbits?!” I whisper because even having this conversation feels inappropriate. “Like we’re in some sort of bunny porno?”
Piper nods enthusiastically and I shake my head, looking horrified.
“No!” I exclaim incredulously, wondering if I’ve landed in some sort of fifth dimension. “Not only is this insane, but there’s probably some animal welfare law we’d be breaking. I draw the line at animal voyeurism, Piper!”
Piper’s face falls and her bottom lip juts out as she makes her way over to me. Her hands stroll up my chest before hooking together at the back of my neck. She gets up on her toes, placing her soft lips on the side of my neck, kissing and licking it softly.
“All I’m saying,” she murmurs huskily against my skin, sending a tremor rolling through me and making my dick jump in response, “is to give it a chance. Who knows, maybe they’ll see how hot and heavy we get and want to try it themselves. People have sex in front of their pets all the time; this is practically the same thing. And we’d be teaching them something.”
She’s insane. Absolutely, positively insane.
I start to protest again when she steps back. Keeping her eyes fixed on me, she unhooks the buckles of her overalls, letting them fall to her feet, and . . . fuck me, she isn’t wearing any underwear.
“Piper,” I rasp, taking in her smooth midriff, the belly button I’ve become increasingly enchanted with over the past few weeks, and her bare pussy. “Is this your way of distracting me from your strange new kink?”
A slow grin spreads over her face as she steps toward me, turning so her back is to my chest. Taking my hand in hers, she runs it over her torso before fluttering her lashes at me over her shoulder expectantly. “Is it working?”
A growl lodges inside my throat, the feel of her smooth skin sending my heart racing. “You’re certifiable, you know that? Hot, but certifiable.”
She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth. “So, you’ll do it?”
My hand skims along her bare skin languidly, and as much as I want to keep protesting about her weird rabbits watching us, the scent of her near me and her smooth skin under my touch have me not caring as much.
“This will go down as the weirdest thing I’ve ever done . . .”
I dip my head to lay kisses on the side of her neck, loving the way it makes her shiver. Piper lets out a soft exhale before reaching to grasp the back of my neck with her palm.
“Nah,” she says breathily. “Wait until I convince you to fuck me wearing a rabbit tail and floppy ears. Now, that’s an actual kink of mine.”
My hands freeze and my insane bride-to-be giggles. “I’m kidding, Lex. I can see you’re not quite there yet.”
I shake my head before my lips find her earlobe and I pull it between my teeth. My fingers trail downward, finding her lips. Dragging the tip of my middle fingers between her seam, I circle her clit, making her jolt slightly against me.
“Dev,” she breathes. “More.”
With my other hand, I lift the maroon fabric covering her tits and palm one, tweaking her stiff nipple. At the same time, my middle finger continues to dip lower, plunging into her entrance.
“Open wider for me,” I command hoarsely against the shell of her ear. “Let me feel you.”
Piper widens her stance, her hand tightening around the nape of my neck, while I shove a second finger inside her. I pull them almost all the way out before pushing them back inside, over and over until she’s writhing against me. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and her juices coat my fingers, dripping down the sides of her pussy and her thighs.
I continue to pluck and tweak her nipple.
“That’s it, baby. Now help me out,” I urge. “Play with your clit.”
Piper whimpers, doing as asked, rubbing tight circles around her clit. She turns her head, seeking my lips, and I reward her with a kiss while she moans into my mouth.
My tongue sweeps inside, exploring her taste. How did she think we could ever follow this rule of hers? Kissing her is literally all I think about, aside from eating her out and fucking her. How was she okay with depriving us of this?
The sounds of my fingers driving into her hot center are subdued by the lyrics of Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” and the rabbits hopping from one side of the cage to the other.
Jesus, how did I get roped into doing this? I swear, the woman has me fucking unhinged for her.
I continue to focus on my task, pumping my fingers inside her, fucking her until she’s breathy and wiggling against me.
“There’s nothing better than this pussy, you know that?” I rasp into her ear.
She responds by rolling her body against mine. Her walls flutter around my fingers and her grip tightens on my neck. She’s close.
My breaths come out just as fast as hers as I continue to thrust into her, feeling her warmth around me. She’s soaked, arching and needy against me.
“It’s the hottest, wettest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” I whisper.
Piper’s body stiffens, her fingers hastening their pace and working her clit .
“Please,” she begs, writhing against me, and I pump faster, nipping her shoulder.
Her fingernails dig into my skin and her pussy sucks my fingers in. Her walls tighten against them as a scream erupts from her lips.
The rabbits go into a hopping frenzy as Piper shatters against me, heaving and sweaty.
Her chest rises and falls as my fingers continue working her, though at a slower pace. “I want to bury myself inside it and never come out.”
“What’s stopping you?” she asks breathlessly, turning around to face me. Her skin is flushed and I’m positive, I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. “There’s nothing I want more.”
She presses her lips to mine, kissing me slowly, as if time doesn’t exist before nipping and sucking on my bottom lip.
Her fingers trail down to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants, and she dips her hand inside my briefs to grip my cock.
“ Fuck ,” I groan, throwing my head back, loving the feel of her soft palm around me.
She strokes me, fisting me with just enough pressure. Her thumb rolls over my mushroom head, collecting the beads of pre-cum there.
“Want to know something crazy?” she asks, sucking a spot on my neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone’s cock as badly as I want yours.”
“I’m flattered I beat Oscar and Mayer,” I say, annoyed at myself for even bringing them up.
“You know that’s not their real names, right? It’s just what I called them—or anyone I was with, for that matter—because I couldn’t ever remember them, nor did I want to.”
My eyes bore into hers as I cup my hand over hers, stopping her from working my shaft momentarily. “You remember mine. ”
“Of course I remember your name, Lex .” She winks, earning herself a slap on her ass from me. I use my hand’s position on her ass to bring her closer and she giggles before her smile drops and her face becomes serious. “Yours is the only name I care to remember, Dev.”
A fist lodges inside my chest at the sight of her face as unguarded as mine. She feels this exactly the way I do, but I know if I say how I feel at this point, she’ll bolt in the other direction.
So, instead I say, “Good. Mine is the only name that should be on your lips.”
Her mouth turns up into a smile, and I can tell she’s trying to cover up the little bit of her soul that peeked through.
“Though I have been trying to come up with a fitting name for this enormous sausage in your pants. I’ve thought about calling him Kulen, the heaviest sausage ever made.” She continues to stroke me. “Did you know it weighed almost thirteen hundred pounds? Then I thought about calling him Moosewurst, which, of course, is the most expensive sausage ever made. But then I thought about how long you are and was considering calling him Cumberland, because?—”
I don’t let her blabber on because God knows she will for eternity if she isn’t stopped. Instead, I fist her hair, tilting her head so she can look at me before slamming my mouth against hers.
Piper matches the strokes of my tongue while my dick continues to throb inside her hand.
I pull away, breathing hard, before nodding to my bed. “Get your ass on my bed. I need to be inside you.”
Piper takes her tube top off over her head, throwing it to the side, before getting on all fours. Not on my bed, but in front of her rabbit cage.
Ironically, “Pony” by Ginuwine filters through her phone, and I run a hand down my face, wondering how I stumbled into the world’s most bizarre nature documentary.
Natalie, clearly not a fan of this entire spectacle, hops from one side of the cage to the other in a “Get me the fuck out of here” frenzy, while Kevin looks like he’s questioning his life’s choices, wondering what brought him to this point.
Yeah, I hear you, buddy.
As if the night wasn’t weird enough, Piper reaches for a button on the side of the cage, illuminating it with pulsing disco lights, like some sort of rabbit dance club. Then, shoving her face against the walls of the cage, she speaks to Kevin in a calm and persuasive tone. “Ready, Fluff Daddy? Now, you just follow Dev’s lead, okay? He’s going to show you how to rock Nat’s world.”
I need to ask myself if I’m in a fever dream.
Did I take fucking hallucinogens or something?
As if she can tell I’m contemplating bailing on her—though my boner will curse at me later—Piper tosses her hair to one side, giving me a sultry look over her shoulder. She curls her index finger in my direction, beckoning me to join her.
I’m torn between hysterical laughter and genuine concern that my future wife might be a few cards short of a deck. In this case, it might be a few carrots short of a rabbit’s lunch.
Is this sort of peculiarity genetic? What am I going to do if I have a house full of mini-Pipers as crazy as her?
Mini-Pipers?
Where did that thought come from when I can barely convince the woman to stay the night? And why the hell does the thought of having kids with this woman not scare the bejeezus out of me?
And then a new thought hits me out of nowhere.
I stroke my cock as the idea solidifies in my head.
Despite my sane senses, I drop to my knees behind her. It’s not lost on me that she chose this position, just like she’s chosen every position but missionary during our nights together. Nothing too personal, nothing that makes her feel like she’s no longer in control.
And if that’s what she needs for now, then that’s what I’ll give her. But if she thinks I won’t push the envelope—make her see what’s clear as daylight—then she doesn’t know me at all. Little by little I’m going to chip away at that guard of hers, even if it takes me a lifetime.
Our thighs kiss as I scoot in, trying to ignore the fucking rabbit disco with the flashing lights in front of her. Dipping down, I drag the tip of my dick through her wet seam, gathering her juices.
Piper hisses from the sensation and her head falls forward. “Yes. Oh, God.”
I do it again, running my round tip between her lips. This time, Piper shoves her greedy center toward me in an effort to urge my cock inside, but I grab both sides of her hips.
“You want this cock, baby?”
She nods enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”
I slide my length through her folds, deliberately driving her crazy, before folding over her to speak into her ear. “How bad?”
“So bad,” she groans. “Please, Dev. Fuck me. Please, please. I’ll do anything.”
Those magic words.
They’re the ones I was looking for. I should feel guilty, knowing what I’m about to ask her, but then I glance back up at the rabbit dance club and that guilt flies out the window.
“Anything, huh?”
“Anything, I promise.” She shoves her ass against me, trying to find the tip of my dick. “Just please, I need you inside me.”
My lips lift, and I know I’m fucking evil. Evil incarnate just like this hellion under me. She’s driven me to this. Night after night of her scurrying away before I can get my fill of her. Night after night of me looking at my ceiling until I fall asleep, wondering how the fuck to make her see what I do every time I look at her.
A forever.
A home worth fighting for.
A love worth risking our hearts.
So, I lean over her body, my breath fanning the shell of her ear as I throw out my own Hail Mary. “Stay the night.”